1. |
Beesting
03:51
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Well it seems to me I've been nailed down
Heard them lawmen been sniffin' around
Gonna lock me up, put me back in that pound
Thought I had my feet on solid ground
But I wont go
I wont go, no no no
Without my last show
She put tobacco on my beesting
She makes me feel the shame
She put tobacco on my beesting
She always cures the pain
So lock the door and blow out the candle
I said not seeing you's gonna be hard to handle
Baby be true, what does a dead man get to do
For his last ride?
For his last ride
She put tobacco on my beesting
She makes me feel the shame
She put tobacco on my beesting
She always cures the pain
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2. |
Old Ghost
03:52
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I'm just an old ghost, nice as can be
I'm just an old ghost, you can see right through me
They marked my grave with a wooden cross
And told my gal, "sorry for the loss"
It all ended on a Saturday night
When the Showdown caught fire and I was inside
Well I ran as fast as I could
But it didn't do me any good
I wish my baby was
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
I wish my baby was
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Oh dead like me
She hits the bottle every night, its a sight to see
Sits alone in our home trying to talk to me
But I never get through
Oh, I always try to
She said "I'm so tired, I'm so weak,
Wish I could stand on my own two feet
Pray for me
Saint Paula, pray for me"
I wish my baby was
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
I wish my baby was
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Safe and sound in the ground, baby
Dead like me
Oh dead like me
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3. |
I'm Gonna Rise
02:42
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Well I'd play another hand but that would be stealin'
I'd leave this town but that wouldn't be dealin' with the
People I've hurt, things I've been feelin'. Don't know why,
I am always killing my back, my legs, my lungs, my eyes
But it gets so hard to break these ties
Oh do you think I'm sorry? Do you think I'm wise?
They say I'm weak, I know it's lies yeah
They say I'm weak but I'm baptized
And one day I know
I'm gonna rise, like the tide is coming in.
Old school Cadillac driving down the interstate
Big buck, big truck stopping at the 308
Hold a woman's hand, spin her in a pan
If the cops are coming better crush that can
Baby take off them heart shaped sunglasses
The whole world thinks you're a fascist
Cuz I'm gonna rise, like the tide is coming in
Yeah I'm gonna rise, like the tide is coming in
Well I'd play another hand but the Lord wouldn't like it
Oh one day, I'm gonna hike it out of this town with a knife in a sack
And Ol' Betty I ain't ever coming back
They called me a loser one too many ways
Try to catch me down at the San Francisco Bay
Cuz I'm gonna rise, like the tide is coming in
Yeah I'm gonna rise, like the tide is coming in
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4. |
One Man Killing Machine
02:52
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All I got are these words
I'm a one man killing machine
Got no gun in my holster
I'm a one man killing machine
You could say I was raised right
I'm a one man killing machine
You could say I was homegrown
I'm a one man killing machine
So take me back to Texas where I can be alone
Have nobody, have nobody but me in my home
So take me back to Texas where I can be alone
Have nobody, have nobody but me in my home
Have nobody but me
Try to change it everyday
but I'm a one man killing machine
I wanna close my mind and be okay
but I'm a one man killing machine
They all say, you served your country right
but I'm a one man killing machine
So why can't I sleep at night?
'cause I'm a one man killing machine
So take me back to Texas where I can be alone
Have nobody, have nobody but me in my home
So take me back to Texas where I can be alone
Have nobody, have nobody but me in my home
Have nobody but me
Well I thought that I could be some kind of hero
Never thought I'd be this kind of man
Things kept on changing, oh lives had to be taken
Feels so wrong living in my skin
I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on him
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5. |
Junebug Stomp
02:41
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She's the sugar and the cream to every man's wild dream
She smiles just like the morning after a long night of storming
Oh I can't help but say, she changes every day
But oh Lord, it get's so hard to live without her
'cause she ain't no sweetheart, not a beauty queen
She's a hard working gal with a wild dream
Of traveling this land with a dollar in her hand
Oh Lord, it get's so hard to live without her
She ain't no sweetheart, not on that silver screen
She's a hard working gal with a wild dream
Of traveling this land with a camera in her hand
Oh Lord, it get's so hard to live without her
'cause she ain't no sweetheart, not a rodeo queen
She's a hard working gal with a high ridin' dream
Of traveling this land with a saddle in her hand
Oh Lord, it get's so hard to live without her
She's the sugar and the cream to every man's wild dream
She smiles just like the morning after a long night of storming
Oh I can't help but say, she changes every day
But oh Lord, it get's so hard to live without her
Greeeeez
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